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You know.
Miles away from here.
Beyond good and evil.
There's a ground.
l will meet you there.
Often l've wondered
You, me, we are all mirrors
We catch our reflection in everyone
lt's not me, yet l am
Right...
Wrong...
l'm yours
To find me
ls to find yourself
All that l
Wish to say
ls ruined by
My words
Lovely.
Often l feel that
This whole world is magic
Which ls
And yet ls not
Seasons, clouds, wind, blossoms
They send signals to me
How do l narrate their tales
All that l
Wish to say
ls ruined by
My words
Oh yeah yeah
You want to be a Hero, huh?
This looks like a theater to you?
What's the matter, sir? Sir? - Let go of it!
Be careful... the strings...
l told you to let go of it!
Take care of the strings.
Come... l'll make you perform at the police station.
Sir... the strings...
Jim Morrison.
Who?
He was a great singer.
The chicks would tear their clothes at the mere sight of him.
He stood before the crowd...
on the stage...
and raised his middle finger.
Just like this!
And the crowd went wild...
they cheered and whistled... as if he had done something incredible.
While here l was, respectfully singing...
so that the people waiting for the bus would have a good time.
And these no-good-cops began hitting me.
Very sad.
l mean, as if l were nothing.
Are you getting the samosas?
Right, continue to rip him off!
There are a thousand criminals in Delhi...
the cops should go after them.
Exactly!
Why this poor guy?
Jim Morrison...
Janardan Jakhar.
JM...
JJ.
Guys, he's a dead item!
And is this the latest low class fashion?
To Be With You...
lead break.
Keep some style, dude!
Man, you're on stage!
You should have some stage presence, right?
Attitude!
Like this...
like this!
As if you are going to blow everyone away!
What happened?
JJ?
My days aren't going well...
Right now it's just a few bad days, son.
lf you don't stop your strumming and singing...
then just see how your whole life goes bad.
This guy is very negative!
You loser!
As if he will strike it rich with his father's business.
l will never join the transport business.
Well then, get your degree and..
..become an advocate at the district court.
Trust me, that's the best you can do.
So he shouldn't even try?
That rules out any chance he might have.
He doesn't stand a chance anyway.
You don't become big, just by striking a pose with a guitar.
But he has been playing the guitar since he was a kid!
Then why hasn't he tasted success yet?
Tell me.
You mean... - Because he doesn't have it in him.
He doesn't have that quality.
And what kind of friends are you?
Just to eat the samosas he pays for?
Hey! - Why don't you explain it to him?
The sooner he understands, the better it is.
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